I'm Back Hunting,
Really feel good at first to stop living in imaginations,
I feel so down when I drop a pen just For a while i stop thinking
It could be me or just my doing,
I figure that later.
Words are made to path for each others, Nothing go but thesame.
I feel so new when writing
The weather looks different on me,
it's just part of growing,
Part of the hope i which for;
Hunting for poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem